The Promise Ring (One Direction Fan Fiction)

The Fright: Chapter 2

Why did he have to be standing right here at this moment?! I thought to myself as I stood in front of the door, that was moving with the breeze of the wind, as I stood motionless.

I told him to never come back, I didn't want to see him ever again and there he is standing outside my very house, the one that I kicked him out of, that long time ago. I mean, how does that work?

"What are you doing here?" I asked rather rudely. I'm not a mean type of girl but in this case it doesn't matter, because what he did, was unforgivable.

You are probably wondering who this man is and what has he done, this man that I never wanted to see again, is Richard, the one that I must call my father. He and my mother split a few years back now.

He would always be yelling at my mum and I, and when he wasn't yelling, he would be letting me know how much of a waste of space I am and that I don't know how to sing, the one thing that I am passionate about, he wanted to take away from me. Sure, every now and then he would let me know that I am dumb, and that I would never get anywhere in life. But, it never affected me as much, as him insulting my voice. That voice, my voice, was and still is, my life.

"Come on Olivia, darling, what's with all the hate, I am your father..."

"Yea, unfortunately", I cut him off, speaking to the ground, not wanting to look him in the eye.

"... and you shouldn't be speaking to me like that!" My fathe... Richard demanded.

"Just the same as you shouldn't be anywhere near me or my house!" I screamed at him.

I was about to slam the door shut, when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and my mum's figure pop up beside me.

"Olivia, move away from the door please", My mother said.

"But.." I start to argue, and give up after my mum glares at me.

I slowly moved back, running up to my room with anger. 

I could hear Richard and my mum shouting. It lasted only 5 minutes but felt like hours. I could even feel the anger tensing up in my veins as their voices rang in my ears. I heard the front door slam shut and the engine from the car start. I went back down stairs with my suitcase to find my mother leaning with her back on the door and her face smeared in tears. I ran up to her and gave her a tight hug, trying to comfort her the best I could.

"Oh mum, please don't cry, everything is gonna be okay, I promise you..."

- 2 hours later -

Oh. Em. Gee.

We are finally here. I am going to England and going to live my dream, the one that I have wanted to come true since I can remember. This is surreal.

We hopped out of the bright yellow taxi, grabbing our bags, and paid the young man that was sitting in the drivers seat.

"Thank you, ma'am" He said graciously, as we were exiting the car, delighted to know we tipped.

We headed inside the airport through the massive glass doors and over to the checkout desk.

"Hello, I have a flight to catch to England, uh, Simon Cowell and Olivia Partay" I said nervously to the middle-aged lady sitting behind the desk, watching her small hands type furiously on the keyboard as her face shows no change in emotion.

"Here we are, your gate is number 4, just down there on the right, here are your tickets, enjoy your flight, and it leaves in 29 minutes" She said handing me the tickets over the desk and directing me to where I need to go. I said a quick thank you and moved along towards the direction of gate 4. We got to the gate just in time, barely a minute to spare, and boarded the plane. Once we stepped onboard the plane the cool air conditioning hit me immediately, making my hair blow back gently and wishing I brought some sort of jacket with me. Walking in the aisle amongst the other passengers, scrambling to find their seat, I realised I have missed a small thing, I glance down at the ticket and find our number seats and head in that direction.

Seat 66, 67, 68... and there it is, seat 69.

"Gosh, great seat Simon", I murmur to myself.

I looked around and noticed that it was in first class, wondering what to do, I quickly find an airline hostess, to tell her that there must have been a mistake, to which she assured me there wasn't.

I sat down with my mum beside me, drifting into sleep.

I check my phone, and notice the missed calls from my friends, Sophie and Caitie. I call them back...

- Ring Ring-Ring Ring-Ring -

Sophie: "Hey Olivia, what's up, babe?"

Me: "Nothing much love, you know just on a plane to England to sing for Simon Cowell. Anything new at yours?"

Sophie: "OMFG YOU'RE WHAT?! Are you serious?!"

I told Sophie the whole story and she was just as lost for words as I was.

Me: "Ohmagerd, guess what."

Sophie: "What?"

Me: "I am in seat 69 baby!". To which we could barely contain our laughs.

Once I start laughing, I find it hard to stop, my mum starting giving me death stares as everyone else was beginning to turn too. Well, dirty minds think alike, aye?

We bid our farewell, and I called Caitie, knowing that she would be worrying about where I am. I told her the same as I told Sophie and she wished be the best of luck possible.

But, our call was cut short, as the green light flashed to red, for all phones to be turned off and seat belts on.

The plane started moving along the runway, and my stomach lurched as the plane lifted into the air.

We were flying.

I put in my headphones and listened to One Direction on replay for majority for the flight, stopping once for lunch.

I turned to my side to watch everything fly by outside the window, but my view was blocked by a sheet of clouds.

I closed my eyes.

And soon drifted into slumber...